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The Reckoning - A Fic Tease

Fic Tease time again. The Bella Reunion post USO Tour. I swear I’m going to end up writing all of PP3 in teases unintentionally.

Nowish takes place March-July 2017, USO tour happens March 2018, Tattoos in Aprilish 2018 and this is after.

Fair warning – this is only a partial chapter and could change a bit when it’s finally included in the actual story.

Rating: Teen

Words: 8200

Also on AO3

A Shared Lifetime - All my works in my alternate timeline so far, including my other fic teases.

Thanks, as always, to @tiny-maus-boots for the above and beyond Beta/Editor work she does.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

~B~

“I texted CR to let her know we’re here and about to check in.” Beca looked up as Stacie opened the rental car door to let her out of the backseat. “Thanks, babe.” She groaned as she got out and stretched her legs. It wasn’t a long drive from the airport to their hotel, but after the plane ride even she was feeling a little cramped.

“Think they’re readying shots for us again?” Aubrey asked from the other side of the car as she opened the door for Chloe.

“Probably.” Beca leaned back and felt her spine pop back into place. “I quite enjoyed being handed vodka shots when we walked in at Barden last year. I just hope Amy keeps away from the Tequila this time.” She shuddered. “It doesn’t even taste good, why do we keep doing it? Better yet, why do I keep drinking till I throw up?”

“But I held your hair back and everything.” Stacie ran her hand through Beca’s hair. “I didn’t think such a small body could hold that much vomit.”

“I did.” Chloe walked around the trunk to wind her arm around Beca’s waist. “I’m just glad you were there to get her to the bathroom.”

“Eh.” Stacie shrugged. “You and Bree were dancing. B and I were only gone a few minutes. I’m just glad Aubrey came prepared.”

Beca made a face. “Me too.” Aubrey, based on past experiences, had taken the precaution of bringing four different mini toothbrushes as well as a mini tube of toothpaste in her purse that night. “I’d take any version of Amy’s Aussie Surprise over Tequila. Someone please remind me of that tonight when I’m drunk and making bad choices?”

Aubrey laughed as Stacie popped the trunk open. “No promises, love.”

“You just want to get me drunk and take advantage of me.” Beca moved to the back of the car and took Aubrey’s bag out before she could.

“I don’t need you drunk for that,” Aubrey leaned down and purred in her ear, her voice deliberately deeper.

“Aubrey Marie Posen, do not start that right now.” Beca closed her eyes as a shiver went through her, having to lean on the edge of the trunk as her legs felt momentarily wobbly. “We promised we’d just drop the bags off and go right to the convention room. You give me that voice now and we’re never going to make it.” Which, Beca knew, was exactly the response Aubrey was trying to provoke and one that she was more than willing to give into.

Aubrey laughed and ran her hand down Beca’s arm. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, I don’t know that I believe that.” Chloe said from where she leaned against the side of the car, watching them. “I think you just like it when Beca’s all horny and can’t do anything about it.”

As Aubrey only smiled, the heat of which caused Beca to shiver again, Stacie gently moved Aubrey away from the trunk before she could grab more than their shared carry on and began to help Beca unload the rest of their bags. “I know I like it when she does that.”

“To you or Beca?” Chloe smiled as Beca handed her the small bag that held their combined toiletries.

“Yes.” Stacie answered absently, scanning the trunk for anything left behind. “Watch your fingers. I’m awful fond of them.” She looked to make sure everyone was clear and then closed the trunk. Fishing the keys out of her pocket, she hit the lock before replacing them so she could grab the handles of both her and Aubrey’s rolling suitcases.

Beca did the same for hers and Chloe’s and headed for the entrance to the Miami Hilton. “You guys are the worst.”

“That’s not what you said last night.” Aubrey said, her voice skirting the line between Normal Aubrey and Sex Voice Aubrey. She laughed when Beca almost tripped over her own feet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll behave.” She waited until they had almost reached the door. “At least until tonight.”

Beca felt her stomach tighten with desire and groaned. “Oh my god. I can’t believe you just…” She trailed off. “How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

“It’s tradition to close it down.” Chloe said, smiling at the doorman who held the door open for them. “Thank you.”

“That feels like a year away.” Beca groaned.

“Won’t that just make it all the more fun when we’re back in our room?” Stacie whispered in her ear as they joined the back of the small line waiting to check in.

Beca drew a deep breath and tried to wrestle her hormones down long enough to deal with the desk staff. “You’re right. I’ll stop whining.”

She shuffled forward in line, Aubrey and Chloe talking about their previous Bella group as they waited, and reminded herself that she was about to see her self-made family. It had only been a few months since their return from overseas, but she missed them already. Spending time with them was never a bad thing, even if her mind was already trying to envision three beautiful women naked under her in bed.

In short order they’d checked in, gotten their keys and were headed up to their room. As Aubrey opened the door and led the way, Beca whistled as she wheeled in their luggage. “Okay. This is fancy.” She moved the suitcases against one of the walls and turned in a circle. They’d all vetoed the idea of separate rooms and had decided to get one of the Bay view suites. It had a separate bedroom with a king sized bed and a large living room area; they had paid for the room in advance when they’d booked it just after Christmas, thinking to entertain the Bellas over the weekend. The sofa bed would hopefully keep the rest of them from thinking too hard about why they’d gotten a single bed room.

Now, however, Amy had booked a presidential suite with the balcony, thanks to her newfound fortune, and likely would do a lot of the entertaining up there. At least until Bumper showed up the following day and Amy kicked them all out for a while. Amy had also generously paid to extend all their stays for an extra few days, giving them time to explore the city and hit the beaches.

“Just wait till you’re a big music star, B.” Stacie said as she brought over her suitcases. “You’ll be in those suites that have three bedrooms and a parlor or the presidential suite soon yourself.”

Beca frowned. “We don’t even know that the album I’m going to have to start thinking about will sell.” Aubrey snorted on her way to the bathroom. “We don’t.” Beca insisted then grinned. “But if I do, I guess I’ll just have to find excuses to bring you all with me, since we’ll have so many bedrooms and all.”

Chloe kissed her on the cheek and patted her on the ass. “You’ll be great.”

“Damn right she will.” Aubrey agreed as she walked out of the bathroom. “Okay, that shower stall is big enough for at least two.”

Stacie laughed. “Wait – is that why you wanted to get this room?”

Aubrey lifted one delicate brow. “You got a problem with that?”

“Not at all.” Stacie said as she walked over use the bathroom herself. “You know we’ve all got a shower fetish.”

“Now, at least.” Beca laughed. “And it’s entirely your fault, Bree.”

Aubrey shrugged. “You’re welcome.” She handed out room keys to the rest of them. “But we gotta go, unless anyone else has to use the facilities?” She looked at Beca with a knowing smirk. Beca stuck her tongue out as her bladder reminded her of its existence, slipping into the bathroom when Stacie came out. “I’ll text Cynthia Rose.” Chloe was next and then Aubrey was ushering them out the door.

“She said Concerto C, right?” Stacie asked as she hit the button for the elevator.

“Yes. Ballroom level.” Aubrey answered absently, looking into the mirror by the elevator and combing her fingers through the ends of her hair.

Beca watched her for a few seconds, realizing that Aubrey had done the same thing in the room. At the time, Beca hadn’t really been paying attention, since Aubrey had also tied her Bellas scarf in place around her neck. But looking at Aubrey now, alternating between fluffing at her hair and adjusting her scarf, Beca could clearly see the nerves. But before Beca could move, Stacie was there.

She put her hand on Aubrey’s forearm to still it. “You look beautiful, Bree.” Stacie gave one final adjustment to Aubrey’s scarf and linked their fingers together.

Aubrey smiled. “Thanks, love.” Her hands finally stilled under Stacie’s touch.

Beca smiled gently, watching how Aubrey immediately settled under Stacie’s touch; implicitly believing her over her own insecurities that Beca knew whispered in the back of her mind. Stacie was always so soft with Aubrey, so loving and gentle and the ‘forever love’ between them had always resonated deeply within Beca as it was the same as she shared with Chloe. It was real and deep and, though she’d never admit to having one, Beca’s insanely strong romantic side had always considered Staubrey’s slow burn love affair a beautiful, if sometimes heart wrenching, romance.

Now that love was shared between the four of them and Beca sometimes thought she’d burst from how happy they all made each other.

The four of them piled into the elevator and Beca pressed the button for the ballroom floor, feeling her own nerves start to rise. Beca forced herself to stop tapping her foot, afraid Aubrey would pick up on her tension and let it spin her back up.

Even though That Whore Alice™ hadn’t been at any of the reunions, Beca always became keyed up just before they walked in. This year was even worse, knowing more about how awful she’d been to both Aubrey and Chloe for three years. She knew Stacie had moved from being angry but amused and willing to let Beca fight for their girls honor to ‘I’m going to rip this bitch apart with my bare hands.’

As adamant about ripping into her as Beca was, she was equally sure that Aubrey wouldn’t want them to make a scene. That she would insist that they just put everything behind them even as she played with the scarf at her neck the entire time, screaming out her nerves for anyone who knew her body language as well as Stacie, Chloe and Beca did.

The door opened and Aubrey and Chloe stepped out first, Beca and Stacie like bookends on either side. Following the signs, they made their way around the corner and down to where most of the event rooms opened into a large foyer. Following the sounds of music – Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble” – and laughter to the third set of doors on the left, they walked into the room, Beca and Stacie still bracketing the other two.

Stopping just inside the doorway, they surveyed the room, looking for familiar faces. Cynthia Rose hadn’t told them where their table was, but even in a room filled with almost two hundred Bellas, they should be easy to find. Beca bopped her head, wondering who had control of the music as the song changed and began playing another Swift song, “Bad Blood”. Not that she minded Swift and this particular video always made her laugh because ‘The Trinity’ looked like Emily but usually DJ’s liked to switch up the artists to keep people from being bored. Maybe she should have taken them up on the offer to do the music this year.

“I see you two are still with the anti-Bella and the college tramp. I thought you slut bags were paired the other way. Or do you deviants just wife swap?”

The unpleasant voice broke into Beca’s musing and she looked in confusion at the woman who stood in front of them. She wore a condescending sneer, clearly amused with herself, and without even knowing who she was, Beca hated her on sight. Then she felt Aubrey stiffen beside her and the realization of who this was and what she had said washed over Beca like a wave of heat. She swore her vision tinted red as she went from casual to volcanic in the space of a heartbeat.

“Yes.”

Chloe’s voice knocked Beca – already thrown from suddenly being confronted with the woman she’d spent the past six years despising – further off balance. She turned her head and blinked at Chloe, who was standing contentedly on Aubrey’s other side. Peripherally she realized that they’d drawn a crowd that formed a half circle around them.

That Whore Alice™ paused, whatever sarcastic comment that she was about to say dying on her lips. “Excuse me?” The tone, however, that was still pure vile bitch and Beca felt her jaw clench again.

“Yes.” Chloe repeated patiently, as if to a small child. “To both. And it’s goooood.”

And, in front of every single Bella in attendance, as Taylor Swift sang the most fitting song for this long overdue confrontation, Chloe pulled Stacie down into a kiss that looked like it was guaranteed to pull the breath from her lungs and make her forget about anyone else around them.

Beca, torn between watching what was always one of the hottest things she’d ever seen and That Whore Alice’s™ reaction, gave a mental shrug. Chloe had put them on this path and Aubrey hadn’t run out of the room in panic or thrown up on anyone. Yet – though she did maybe look a little bit green. If there was ever going to be a moment to have that stress reaction come back, this was it. Since she hadn’t, Beca hoped Aubrey would be okay with what she was about to do.

She slipped her arms around Aubrey’s waist and prayed she’d follow Beca’s lead as she turned them both to dip Aubrey into the most dramatic, cliché movie moment kiss. Thankfully Aubrey relaxed enough to let her and Beca felt herself warmed by the trust in those green eyes. She smiled gently before looking up, her eyes hardening. “Jealous that she never let you kiss her when you tried, egg breath?”

That Whore Alice™, who had been watching Chloe and Stacie essentially going for the deep kiss world record, look over at Beca, her shocked expression switching back to anger. Beca gave her a small vicious grin before looking down at Aubrey, watching carefully for any sign of panic or disagreement. When she didn’t see either of those things, and in fact Aubrey was looking at her with a hint of dare in her eyes, Beca let herself close the distance between them and kissed Aubrey deeply and thoroughly.

Beca tried to channel all her anger into tenderness, wanting to make Aubrey feel safe and loved even in the midst of her literal nightmare come to life. Aubrey returned the kiss hesitantly at first then eagerly, her body relaxing further into Beca’s embrace as her right hand cupped Beca’s cheek. Eventually Beca heard Chloe came up for air and, reluctantly, lifted her head.

“That’s never not hot.” Stacie fanned herself, turning as Beca brought Aubrey up from their dip. Stacie reached across Chloe and briefly, gently, gripped Aubrey’s wrist. Right over the watch she’d given Aubrey for her birthday last year. The one that reminded Aubrey that Stacie was always with her and kept her centered.

Chloe’s face was flushed as she reached up and wiped off a smudge of her lipstick from Stacie’s face. “I’ll say. Makes me want to go back upstairs to our room.”

Beca snorted as she watched Aubrey carefully for signs of distress and found nothing but love. “You’re the one who told me that we had to close the place down because it’s ‘tradition.’” Beca strove to keep her voice light, all too aware of the ball of anger standing beside them.

Chloe shrugged. “I’m allowed to change my mind.” Beca noticed Chloe was also watching Aubrey carefully, though she didn’t think it was obvious to anyone but the three of them. Chloe ran her hand down Aubrey’s side where her tattoos lay hidden under her dress and Aubrey relaxed just a fraction more.

“Yeah, B.” Stacie winked at Beca. “Chloe’s definitely allowed to change her mind if it means we get to go back up and make use of that king sized bed.”

Beca, desperately trying to ignore the fact that they were now the central focus of the room, shrugged. “It’s not like I’m going to argue getting naked.”

Aubrey cleared her throat. “While that sounds like heaven, love, I think the rest of the gang would be disappointed if we didn’t stay.”

Beca linked her right hand with Aubrey’s left, deciding that ignoring the former Bella captain was the best course of action. She was afraid if she looked into that disapproving face again, she’d lose what little control she had over her anger. Aubrey’s hand in hers kept Beca grounded as much as she was trying to reassure Aubrey that she was loved.

As the four of them detoured around her, That Whore Alice™ turned in place and watched them go. Just when Beca thought they were in the clear, she spoke up behind them.

“They’ll end up leaving you too, Posen. Everyone does when they realize you’re just a one note show.” She scoffed and let out a bray of unattractive laughter. “I mean, if daddy doesn’t care, you can’t expect anyone else to.” She snorted and Beca thought she sounded like a bull. “And really, can you blame them? You’re such a disappointment. Unable to hold a team together for one single year? I knew you’d screw it up.”

Beca felt her pulse pounding in her face as her blood pressure shot up. Someone to her right practically snarled and she couldn’t tell if it was Stacie or Chloe. Her left fist was already clenching as let go of Aubrey’s hand with her right and turned, taking a step forward. She was already picturing the connection of her fist to that bitch’s jaw despite the portion of her brain that was telling her Aubrey would not want her to cause a scene. But that part was steadily shrinking and gave up without a fight when she saw the cow standing there, one hand on her waist as the other waved up and down in Aubrey’s direction. Sneering at Aubrey like she was trash.

Beca was going to tear the fucking bitch’s head off.

There was a flash of red, the sound of air whistling around a fast moving object followed by a loud and meaty smack.

By the time Beca’s brain had parsed out what happened, That Whore Alice™ was flat on her back with a wrathful Chloe Beale standing over her, blue eyes flashing like the embodiment of Zeus’ own vengeful lightning.

Dimly Beca realized the song had changed to “Look What You Made Me Do.” It didn’t even start at the beginning – it jumped straight to the chorus a minute in.

Ooh, look what you made me do Look what you made me do Look what you just made me do

‘That DJ is on their game,’ she thought idly, jarred right out of her anger for several incredible surreal moments.

Dazed, the prone woman put one hand to her already swelling eye and started to push to her feet but stopped with a flinch when Chloe pointed at her. Aubrey stepped forward and put a restraining hand on Chloe’s shoulder but the redhead merely patted it without turning around.

“You just stay down there on the ground where you belong.” Chloe’s voice was quiet and all the more deadly for it. “You have always been a bitch and I see nothing has changed since you graduated. You are a horrible, spiteful and jealous person who takes their own insecurities out on others and I’m not going to stand for it anymore.” Chloe looked up at the crowd, most of which took a step back, to Beca’s amusement. “Your minions aren’t here and even if they were, I’d still try and take you apart before I let you say anything else mean about Aubrey.”

“Chlo,” Aubrey slid her hand to Chloe’s back. “You don’t have to…” She trailed off Stacie stepped over and put her arm around Aubrey’s waist. Beca took her hand again, feeling the slight tremor in Aubrey’s fingers before they tightened on Beca’s own. She raised their hands and pressed her lips to Aubrey’s knuckles.

Chloe didn’t even slow down. “You’re trash, Alice. You were a slut in college so you called everyone else a slut bag to make yourself feel better. You apparently also had repressed lesbian tendencies as you tried to kiss Aubrey your senior year. Fortunately Aubrey has better taste.” Chloe paused to smirk and even in her anger, Beca wanted to laugh because she knew Chloe was remembering her first taste of Aubrey. “Beca may have been the ‘anti-Bella’ at the start, but she’s the one who helped us win finals. Her arrangement is the one that helped us win Worlds.”

Chloe paused to take a deep breath and Beca wasn’t ashamed to admit she was in awe of her normally laidback wife. Though, really, she shouldn’t be surprised as Chloe had always been fierce in her defense of her loved ones.

“And Stacie was never the college tramp, you sad little hag.” Chloe spit out contemptuously. “Just because you had to sleep around to get anyone to spend time with you doesn’t mean everyone has that problem. Stacie has more class in her pinky than you will ever have in your entire. Worthless. Body.”

Beca looked over at Aubrey and could see she was warring with an almost giddy delight at watching Chloe take their tormenter apart and a rising worry about the repercussions of the past few minutes. Stacie, her arm firmly around Aubrey, merely grinned with glee. Beca could relate – while she desperately had wanted to be the one to take her out, she’d have been willing to let Stacie do the honors; after all, it sounded like Aubrey had taken the brunt of things. Neither of them had even suspected that Chloe would literally beat them to the punch.

Beca couldn’t lie. It was hot.

That Whore Alice™ finally pushed herself to her feet, her left eye almost all the way shut now. “My lawyer liked that.”

Aubrey let out a startled laugh. “Did you actually just quote ‘Scream 3’ at us?” She laughed again when Alice flinched. “You would be the person who would memorize a line like that to try and sound cool.” Aubrey shook her head, already digging into her purse and pulled out one of her business cards. “Call my office, they’ll arrange a meeting.” She tossed the card and it bounced off That Whore Alice’s™ chest and Beca stifled a laugh as she jerked in reaction. Aubrey closed her purse and looked back at her, disdain practically dripping from her words.

Beca was thrilled to see Aubrey’s paralysis break as the confident and strong women Beca had always known came forward; to watch as Aubrey finally reclaimed - for good - those small pieces of herself that Alice had shaved off with every horrible word spoken over three years.

“As Chloe’s lawyer, I advise you both to stay away from each other the rest of the night.” Aubrey took a step forward though not enough to bring her out of Stacie’s grip. “And as their lover,” her wave encompassed the three women around her and Beca heard the love and pride in her voice. “I’m telling you that you better not come near us or I’ll let them do what they’ve been dreaming of doing since they found out all the shit you put us through during college.”

Stacie eyed That Whore Alice™ as if she were a particularly disgusting bug. “You ever come near any of my girls again, I will end you.” Her voice was knife sharp and Beca felt the steel in it. She took a step past Aubrey and smiled with satisfaction when That Whore Alice™ took a matching step back. “They will never find your fucking body.” It was said with such finality that even Beca was impressed, a little nervous and lot turned on.

Beca shook herself and forced the weight off her shoulders. “C’mon, let’s go find the girls. She’s not worth a single second more of our time.” She felt lighter having said it and even more as the truth of it settled and she let go of her rage. “She’s just a small person who needs to make others suffer so she can get off on it.” Beca eyed her disdainfully. “You’re less than nothing.”

Already dismissing Alice from her thoughts, Beca turned to the rest of them. “I need a drink. I’ve got a really bad taste in my mouth.” She knew she’d said the wrong thing before she’d finished speaking and could only watch as the sly smirk spread across Stacie’s face.

“We’ll take care of that later, Baby. Don’t you worry.” She urged Aubrey forward with the arm around her waist and collected Chloe with her right. “But we can definitely drink first.”

“Dirty bird.” Aubrey said casually as they moved into the space left by the crowd that parted like water, tugging Beca with them by their linked hands.

“That’s why we love her.” Chloe agreed as the music changed again.

“Seriously, when the fuck did our life become scored by Taylor Swift,” Beca said, exasperated as “Shake It Off” started playing. She looked around and began to laugh as she saw Cynthia Rose step away from the DJ platform to their left. “Oh for fucks sake. Of course it’s one of ours.”

Familiar faces appeared in the crowd as one by one the rest of their Bellas surrounded them.

“Our table is over here, slugger.” Ashley half bowed and pointed the way. “Jessica went to get some ice.”

Beca let go of Aubrey’s hand as they reached the table and pulled out a chair. “Madam.” She grinned when Aubrey rolled her eyes and sat. Stacie had done the same for Chloe and when she would’ve sat on Chloe’s right, Beca pulled on her arm. She knew Stacie still needed to be near Aubrey, still able to feel the waves of emotion rolling off her usually reserved friend. Stacie smiled gratefully at her and took the seat Beca held out. Patting her shoulder, Beca moved over to the seat on Chloe’s right.

“I’m sorry I…” Chloe began but Beca shook her head. She knew Chloe didn’t need to apologize for bringing their relationship to the open; she could tell by the utter lack of tension in Aubrey and Stacie that they weren’t remotely mad either.

“No need, Chlo.” Aubrey put her hand on Chloe’s arm.

“None.” Stacie rested her hand next to Aubrey’s and they both smiled. Beca heard Chloe’s breath hitched once and knew she needed to provide a distraction before Chloe started them all down the path to waterworks.

“Let me look.” Beca gently took Chloe’s hand in her own and inspected it carefully. “Can you move it?” Chloe wiggled her fingers and Beca let out a sigh of relief. “Good. I almost broke mine when I punched that guy at regionals.”

“Aubrey was totally turned on by that, by the way.” Chloe said casually as the rest of the girls took seats around them.

“What?” Beca looked up with a laugh. “I was sure you were going to kick me out of the group.”

“Totes. At one point I thought she was going to start yelling things like a coach from the sidelines.” Chloe grinned at her best friend.

Aubrey shrugged and leaned on the table. “Looking back at it… yeah, it was hot. My brothers still ask me to tell them the story at least once a year.”

Beca rolled her eyes. “You should never have told them that at Thanksgiving. They still call me Rocky.” She looked up as Jessica brought over a baggie of ice wrapped in a towel. “Thanks, Jess.” She took it gratefully and placed it over Chloe’s knuckles who winced. “Sorry. But this will keep the swelling down.”

She was completely aware that they were the center of attention and was trying to avoid dealing with the events of the past ten minutes. Focusing on Chloe’s hand gave her some breathing room to sort out what she was feeling.

There was worry – maybe a lot of worry – because she knew what they had would never be considered normal. Most people couldn’t or wouldn’t understand it. And the women sitting at this table were her family and she was afraid they would turn their backs once they knew it hadn’t just been said for Alice’s benefit.

There was some relief at finally having it in the open – keeping secrets from their friends had never sat well with her, no matter the fact that she had agreed with the others to keep it just theirs for the time being. That had been especially true of the last few months. It had grown more difficult to remember not to run her hand through Aubrey’s hair or lay on Stacie’s back when Jessley was over.

Part of that difficulty was that they’d essentially lived together since they got back, migrating from one house to the other in a group 90% of the time. But most of it was the fact that they were still skittish after the events in France. Their reassuring touches and kisses had remained constant and maybe even more frequent after Chloe and Beca had got the second half of their ‘gay wedding vows’ as Beca called it, mostly to keep from crying whenever she thought of their matching tattoos.

One way or another, they wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. Either they would be accepted or… they’d be left alone. Beca tried not to think about the pain that would cause her and took a deep breath.

‘Time to face the music.’

But when she looked up, half braced for disgust, she found nothing but love and acceptance. Emily was practically vibrating in her seat next to Beca, her grin so wide Beca was surprised it didn’t hurt.

What she didn’t see was surprise.

“Holy shit.” Beca stared around the table, seeing Aubrey’s head turn sharply toward her. “You guys already knew, didn’t you?”

There was a pause that felt like an eternity before Amy spoke into the silence. “It’s not like you guys were really subtle about it on the tour.”

“Or since we moved into our house,” Ashley added. “I think the number of times you guys have kissed thinking we weren’t in sight is up in the double digits.”

“Triple,” Jessica said with a grin. “It’s cute as hell to watch you guys catch your breath and try to not look all mussed up.”

Beca groaned and lowered her burning face to the table. “I may need your ice, Chlo.”

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t say anything,” Chloe murmured as she reached over to stroke Beca’s hair with her left hand.

“Wasn’t our story to tell.” Jessica offered. “Isn’t that what you always say?”

“Though, if we’re being honest,” Cynthia Rose said. “We may have started a betting pool two years ago. After the first all group Disney trip.”

“What are you talking about?” Beca rolled her head to look at her. “That was right after we all got married. We didn’t even know then.”

“Yeah, but…” She trailed off, taking out her phone as she thought. “The way you guys interact – honestly since you guys moved – was like four interconnected pieces. You weren’t just anticipating Chloe’s needs, but Aubrey’s and Stacie’s too. All of you were, really, but it stood out with Beca because she’d only done that before with Chlo.”

“You were like that in our first trip.” Emily offered almost hesitantly. “If I didn’t know you guys, I’d have had a hard time telling who was actually dating who.”

Aubrey finally spoke up. “And you aren’t…”

“Aubrey Posen-Conrad, you better not be about to say ‘disgusted.’” Flo sat up straight in her chair. “You know us better than that. You’re family and the four of you have created something amazing and there is no shame in love.”

“It’s beautiful.”

They all looked in surprise at Lilly – though Beca supposed it was ‘Esther’ today, since they could hear her so clearly. Beca wasn’t sure yet about this whole ‘Lilly was Satan’ thing, or the fact that she seemed to move easily between the girl they’d known for the last seven years and this new persona three months ago. She decided her prior decision was best – react based on who she seemed to be on a given day and, at the worst, apparently Satan was on their side as he had helped them win the ICCA’s and Worlds. Beca barely avoided the trap she’d gotten stuck in last time, which was wondering if a capella was the devil’s music after all. That spiral had lasted a weekend until the other three had pulled her out of it with enforced naked cuddling.

“You guys mean that. You… really don’t care?” Stacie said slowly.

“Just because it’s not everyone’s normal doesn’t mean that yours is wrong.” Emily shrugged. “My mom says the world would be a happier place if people would stop worrying about whoever everyone else was fucking and have more sex of their own.”

The laugh that left Beca was loud, ragged and more than half a sob. “You can’t swear, Legacy, it’s too ado-.” She broke off and blinked rapidly as her words finally sunk in. “You told your MOM?!”

“It was an accident!” Emily grabbed Beca’s hand. “The day I played my song for you guys over Skype, Aubrey almost kissed you and I ran into my doorframe when I figured it out.”

Stacie gave a delighted laugh. “I told you. Totally should’ve bet.”

“I ended up with a small black eye and mom wanted to know why.” Emily squirmed in her chair. “I’m still a terrible liar…”

“We know.” Amy snorted then laughed when Emily flipped her off. “You’re getting more and more Beca-like after every visit, Legacy.”

“…and I told her what I thought I saw.” Emily grinned at Amy then looked back at the four of them. “I’m really sorry. I know I shouldn’t have, but… She wasn’t surprised either. Not after last year’s reunion.” She looked at Stacie and grinned. “You put your boobs on Beca’s head and she didn’t try to kill you.”

“Still before we’d figured it out ourselves.” Beca shook her head. “Seriously, why am I always the last to know these things?” She sat back in her chair and put her hand on Chloe’s thigh, needing the contact to stay grounded as her emotions swirled chaotically through her.

She was surprised she didn’t have whiplash from the violent swing from protective rage through fear of losing their friends to the current feeling of giddy joy and relief making her heart swell with extremely schmoopy happiness.

She looked over at Chloe but was instead greeted by all three of her girls watching her affectionately. Her heart skipped a beat and, without thinking, she spoke. “I love you.”

‘I am so fucking mushy.’ Beca thought to herself.

“We love you too, sweet cheeks.”

Beca flushed at Ashley’s sly tone. “Oh my god. You guys have been saving up all your teasing, haven’t you?”

Cynthia Rose nodded. “You have no idea.”

“But you wiiillll,” Jessica said, practically singing it.

Beca heaved out a sigh and her three girls reacted as expected. Stacie winked at her, Aubrey’s lips twitched into a grin and Chloe leaned over to kiss her cheek. All three of them spoke in unison.

“You love us.”

Beca laughed again, this one free of tears. “Holy shit do I need a drink.”

“Ooh, I’ll go get a bottle of something.” Amy pushed up from her seat and was gone before Beca could stop her.

“One of us will hold your hair.” Chloe promised as she flexed her hand slowly under the ice pack. “We promise.

‘I am so fucking lucky to have all of these women in my life.’

~A~

Aubrey sat back, Stacie’s hand a warm presence on her back, and took stock of how she was feeling.

Lighter, was the biggest answer.

She hadn’t even been aware of how much Alice’s treatment of her had weighed in her mind until it was suddenly gone. It wasn’t even like she thought of Alice outside of any discussions with the other three or for the two or three weeks before one of the reunions.

But apparently that nagging voice had drilled its way into her brain where it lodged and poisoned her self-image from the inside out. Chloe had knocked some of it loose their senior year. Stacie had dulled more of it when Aubrey stopped running from her feelings. The three of them together had made the biggest difference. All those talks they had before, during and after sex had gone a long way to soothing the anxieties that had lingered.

But today, finally being face to face with her former captain had brought it all back in one sickening heartbeat.

At first she’d braced for Beca to immediately launch herself like a tiny rage missile; waited for that amazing left hook to make a repeat appearance. Or for Stacie to pull her apart piece by piece.

She’d begun the process to prepare herself to shield them from Alice. She was their Captain and it was her job to take the brunt of anything that came their way and protect all her Bellas.

Until her girls had physically and verbally formed a wall to protect her.

She’d certainly never expected Chloe pull Stacie into a kiss so deep that Aubrey knew Stacie’s toes had curled. The shock of it made it easy to give in to Beca’s silent plea and allow herself to be dipped and kissed in front of the entire reunion. Kissing Beca was as natural as breathing, at this point, and it was easy to lose herself in it for a precious few moments. She wasn’t ashamed of them or what they had and anyone who tried to sling insults would have to go through her first.

The fact that each of them reminded her that she wasn’t alone, each In their different way, had almost cracked her façade and moved her to tears.

She definitely couldn’t have predicted Chloe would also be the one to put Alice on the floor and give her a black eye.

Aubrey wasn’t even ashamed to admit – now that she’d had time to collect her thoughts – that it had been just as hot as when Beca had done it all those years ago. Chloe had certainly been right about that, though it wasn’t something they’d ever discussed or that Aubrey had even realized consciously until this past year. She’d spent a lot of time remembering different moments her senior year in a new light. Some she shared with the others, some she kept back until the right moment. Like Beca punching that Tonehanger.

They had always gone out of their way to show her she was special to them – something that had only increased when they’d merged their lives together as one. But today they’d showed it to the world and Aubrey felt the warmth of it surround her in a coat of armor that Alice couldn’t even dream to scratch.

Chloe’s punch was nothing to the verbal assault she then unleashed. Every single word uttered in complete and calm disdain, reducing Alice from the towering figure in their memories to a sad, pathetic creature clutching her swollen eye as they walked away.

And Beca – the onetime pain in her ass – had been her center and held her hand the entire time; lending her strength and unending faith in Aubrey. Keeping her grounded when she’d started to spiral at the talk of lawyers before she’d been able to get a grip on her fear. Aubrey knew she’d talk circles around Alice’s lawyer before offering an out of court settlement that would satisfy even that greedy bitch.

Stacie’s quiet promise of what would happen if Alice opened her mouth again had melted Aubrey’s heart into a puddle, a response she wasn’t sure was appropriate when one’s spouse threatened to kill someone. Especially when you knew they would follow through on it without hesitation.

And, in typical fashion, they covered their deep running emotions with sex banter until they reached the dubious safety of their table. Banter that Aubrey couldn’t wait to bring to life when they were safely back in their room alone. And naked.

Aubrey almost cracked then, at the acceptance from these women who had become her family in a way that Alice’s group had never been. It didn’t surprise her that they knew; they’d been getting the eye from Emily for a while now and she was almost certain that Jessica had walked into the kitchen once while Chloe had Aubrey pinned against the counter – and then just as quickly walked out - but by the time they looked up at what Aubrey had thought sounded like a tiny ‘Eep!’ they were alone again.

She turned to her right and watched Chloe’s familiar profile as her best friend laughed at something Emily was saying. After a brief hesitation, realizing that it couldn’t really get any worse, she leaned forward to rest her chin on Chloe’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

Chloe turned her head until their noses brushed. “For what?”

“Standing up to her for me.” Aubrey shifted her head slightly, making Chloe’s nose scrunch at the slight tickle.

“How do you know I didn’t do it for me?” Chloe’s eyes were so blue this close and Aubrey never got tired of finding how the light revealed something new every time it shifted.

“Because, like you – like our girls – I’ll let people say whatever they want about me, just let it roll off my back.” Aubrey tilted her head further, Chloe’s breath whispering over her lips. “Say one thing about any of you, and I will end them.” She brought their lips together in a gentle kiss that Aubrey felt from head to toe. “And I love you so very much for it.”

“You’ve always been part of me. I won’t let anyone hurt what’s mine.” The voice was soft, the tone gentle, but the possessive fire underneath it sent a pleasant shiver down Aubrey’s back. Chloe tipped their lips together once more. “Ever.”

Aubrey forced herself to sit back, otherwise she wasn’t sure if she could keep their kisses soft and gentle. A motion caught her eye and she looked past Chloe and Beca to find Emily wiping away tears that were streaming down her face.

“Sorry, I just… This is like finding out Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are real.” She took the tissue that Aubrey dug out of her purse and blew her nose. “It’s dumb, I know, but seeing how much you love each other just… Oh it’s beautiful, Aubrey.”

Aubrey felt herself blush. “Thank you. For not… rejecting us.” It wasn’t quite what she wanted to say, but it was close enough for now. “You mean a great deal to all of us and I would have been crushed if this made you change your mind about moving in in a few months.”

“What!?” Emily’s voice briefly covered everyone else’s as they all stopped to look at her. “Um. Sorry. Ignore me. Please?” The conversations at the table slowly picked back up though Aubrey could tell they were all half keeping an ear out to see what had caused the outburst.

Her face red, Emily shook her head. “Are you kidding? Nothing could make me change my mind about that. It’s what I’m looking forward to the most now that I’ve graduated. I mean, I’ll go see my parents for a month, Benji till however long before he has to start rehearsing for his new play – but I’m totally stoked about coming to live with you!”

“Nobody says ‘stoked’, Legacy.” Beca said it almost absently, as if she wasn’t really paying attention. “Stop trying to copy me.”

“If no one says it, how can I be copying you?” Emily bumped their shoulders together. “Just wait, soon you’ll have me around to keep you in line all the time.”

Beca let out an exaggerated groan. “Why did I agree to this?”

“Because you want me to write all your songs for your new album.” Emily answered immediately. “And because you loooooove me.”

“More the first than the latter,” Beca said before Chloe poked her in the side. “Alright alright. Yeah. I do.”

“And we may have filmed that.” Jessica was telling Stacie, pulling Aubrey and Beca’s attention immediately.

“You what?” Beca asked, her eyebrows high.

“Recorded your rumble.” Cynthia Rose repeated. “We heard someone say her name and, when she was a raging bitch, we realized it had to be the same person. That’s I came up with the idea to play TSwift when you came in.”

“Thanks for that.” Chloe grinned. “It was definitely interesting.”

“Or insane,” Beca muttered. “But continue – I didn’t see any of you until after it was all over.”

“Hold on, there was a whole process.” Emily bounced in her chair and Aubrey smiled in response to her excitement. “CR was in charge of the music and Jessica, Ashley and Lilly were the designated camerawomen.”

“Why those three?” Stacie asked, sliding her hand over to play with Aubrey’s fingers.

“Because no one ever notices us,” Ashley said with a smile. “We’ve literally been here the whole time.”

Aubrey laughed easily, another hurtful moment of their past having been changed to new memories made with joy instead of anger. “Guess you guys got more than you bargained for, huh?”

“I’ll say.” Jessica leaned forward in her chair. “I got a perfect shot of Alice’s face when Chloe punched her. Lilly said she’d edit all three videos together to make one amazing montage.”

“Thanks… Lilly.” Beca said with only the smallest of hesitations. They were still trying to decide how to refer to her, most of them still using Lilly by default. She didn’t seem to mind, thankfully, as seven years was a tough habit to break. They were working on it, but sometimes Lilly seemed to regress back to her silent, slightly terrifying ways and Aubrey often wondered if the rest of them had suffered a group hallucination brought on by the explosion.

“You’re welcome, Beca.” Lilly said happily. “I’ll have Jessley send their videos to me before we leave so I can work on it when I get home.”

“Aca-awesome!” Chloe said enthusiastically. “It kind of all passed in a blur and I don’t remember half of what I said.”

“By the power of your words, you gutted and field dressed her like a deer and it was kind of hot.” Aubrey said without thinking. She blinked when she became aware of the entire table watching her. “Too much too soon?”

“No – it was more the image of a deer juxtaposed with the four of you in The Expanse that I’m having problems with.” Jessica said, fanning herself. “It just took me a minute to get rid of the deer. I’m good now.” She wiggled her eyebrows when Beca just stared at her.

“Holy crap.” Beca shook her head. “What have we created?”

“A safe space to bring out all our secret fantasies.” Cynthia Rose said then raised both her hands. “Just kidding. Maybe.” She winked and clicked her tongue.

Beca groaned again. “You guys are going to be the death of me.”

Emily stroked her hand down Beca’s hair and Aubrey choked back her giggle. “It’s ok, Aca-Mom. I’ll take care of you.” She beamed when Beca flipped her off. “See, you’re doing better already!”

“Seriously, Amy better come back with a bucket full of beers and not just the tequila she’s going to try and make me drink. I need at least five beers before that happens.” Beca started looking around the room. “Is there a waitress or just the bar on the far side?”

Letting the presence of her three soothe her ragged edges, Aubrey took a cleansing breath, willing the last of her tension out of her body. She turned to ask Chloe how her hand was and saw Beca’s face go slack in shock. Before she could turn around, someone spoke behind her.

“Aubrey.”

Aubrey froze, suddenly lightheaded as all the blood drained from her face. As if trapped in a nightmare, she turned slowly in her seat, her eyes reluctantly lifting to meet green eyes the exact shade of her own. From far away she heard herself answer.

“Mother?”

#Bechloe Fanfiction #Staubrey Fanfiction #Poly Bellas Squared #Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #Aubrey Posen #Stacie Conrade #wlw #A Shared Lifetime #cyc writes #cyc fic tease

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“To Us”: Septiishu Mini fic

I don’t know why I did this... but it’s cute so I don’t need a reason XD plenty of fluff to be had here! I hope you like it! :D

We slowly strolled along the beach, hand in hand, listening to the sound of the waves gently crashing. We stopped still at the perfect spot to gaze at the beautiful moonlight above the sparkling ocean, cuddling to keep each other warm. I felt that Signe was shivering a little.

“Do ya want my jacket?” I asked her, gently rubbing her shoulder.

“No, I’m alright,” she answered, her voice shaking along with her body. “Don’t want you to get cold.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I chuckled as I took my jacket off. I put it on for her, before putting my arm back around her.

“You’re so sweet, babe, you know that?” she smiled, looking into my eyes. Her happiness spread to my face as I gazed at her.

“Thank you, Woosher,” I replied cheerfully. I kissed her, before we looked back at the moonlight. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I continued with a bit of a sigh, mesmerised.

“Yep,” she agreed happily.

“D’ya know what else is beautiful?” I hinted.

“I don’t know, what?” she asked, intrigued. I held her hands, looking into her stunning eyes again.

“You, of course,” I answered her, like I’d just fallen in love with her for the first time all over again. “You’re even more beautiful.”

“Aww, babe!” she reacted joyfully.

“It’s true, Wiish!” I said, smiling at her. “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“No I’m not,” she replied modestly.

“Don’t you dare deny it again,” I joked.

“But I’m not, though,” she laughed. I bent down and picked up some sand, smirking. “What are you doing?” she asked confusedly as I rose to my feet. I threw the sand at her, before laughing my head off like a kid. “Seán, you doof!” She grabbed some sand and tossed it in my direction, but I knew it was coming so I jumped out of the way.

“Ya missed,” I said kiddingly. I threw some at her again, but she ducked, getting some sand at the same time. “Don’t you dare,” I laughed.

“I won’t throw it, I promise. I just wanted to hold some,” she replied. “Hey, isn’t that Mark behind you?” I turned around. Thud! Sand hit my back, and Signe giggled. “Haha, you fell for it!”

“I’m gonna get you, Woosher!” I said playfully.

“Come on, then!” she teased in reply. At that, we had a sand fight, squealing and laughing like a couple of big kids. We even ended up running around, chasing each other. We flopped on the sand when we got tired, breathing heavily but still laughing. I looked at her, smiling fondly. She turned her head and her eyes met mine, at a smile formed on her beautiful face, too.

“That was fun,” I stated contently, gasping a little.

“Yeah,” she concurred, “It sure was.” There was a pause.

“Hey, Wiish. Guess what,” I said, trying not to laugh.

“What?” she replied.

“Come here.” She moved closer and cuddled up to me but then, unexpectedly to her, I put sand in her hair.

“Seán!” she cried out, irritated yet amused.

“Haha, you fell for it,” I echoed her.

“You are gonna get it now, Mr Mcloughlin,” she teased.

“Oh, am I?” I answered flirtatiously. “What are you gonna do to me, ya tiny anger ball?”

“I didn’t mean like that, lover boy,” she giggled.

“Aw,” I replied childishly. “What did you mean then?”

“This,” she said, before rubbing sand in my green locks.

“Hey, ya copycat!” I laughed.

“Would you rather I put sand on your face?” she suggested jokingly.

“Don’t you dare!” I yelled amusedly, jumping to my feet. “You’ll have to catch me first!” I ran off towards the water and I heard her chasing after me, both of us laughing again. We were having so much fun it was almost criminal. I kept running until I was ankle deep in the sea. We were both pretty out of breath by then.

“You can stop now,” Signe panted. “I won’t throw anymore sand at you,” she added.

“Good,” I chuckled. Splash! “Hey!”

“I never said I wouldn’t do that, though,” she said playfully. I immediately splashed her back and she squealed. We flicked and kicked water at each other, even when we were both completely soaked. We only gave up on it when we exhausted ourselves. We embraced each other contently.

“I think that’ll do now,” I said as I placed my hand on her head gently.

“Yeah,” she sighed happily. “I’m tired now.”

“Me too,” I agreed, “But it was worth it.” I kissed her head. “At least I didn’t lose what I have in my pocket.” She slowly let go of me, looking into my eyes.

“What’s in your pocket?” she enquired, intrigued.

“You’re about to find out,” I replied, beginning to get excited, “Close your eyes.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Just do it, Woosher,” I laughed.

“Alright, alright,” she responded with a smile, before shutting her eyes tight. I took the box out of my pocket, inhaled deeply, and exhaled a little nervously. I knelt down in front of her. “Open your eyes, Wiish.” She opened her eyes and gasped immediately, covering her mouth and welling up. “Signe… You mean everything to me. You’re my world. I love ya to bits. You make me so happy.” I paused. “What I’m trying to say is…” I continued, stammering. “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Signe. I wanna grow old with you and no-one else. So… Signe Hansen… Will you marry me?” She was stunned for a few moments.

“Yes,” she wept, overwhelmed with happiness. “Yes, of course I will!” I stood and we threw our arms around each other tightly, overjoyed. “Oh, Seán, I love you! I love you so much!”

“I love you too, my beautiful future wife,” I replied brightly with tears in my eyes, before we shared a long, tender kiss. I could feel her smiling as we kissed, and I was on top of the world. I felt invincible. I cupped her face while I kissed her, and my hands stayed there even when we slowly broke away. I caressed her cheek, which was still flooded with joyful tears.

“I really love you…” she cried elatedly.

“I really love you too,” I echoed happily. I kissed her forehead, before gently holding her hands.

“I love you so much…” she repeated through happy tears.

“D’awww,” I responded with a smile. I kissed her hand. “I love ya more, Woosher.”

“I love you even more, you romantic potato,” she laughed, more tears of joy falling from her eyes.

“And I love ya even more, little lady,” I replied fondly.

“I love you most, you beautiful green bean,” she giggled, playful yet sincere. We shared another loving kiss. I then took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her finger. She gazed at it in admiration, before looking at me with nothing but love in her eyes. “It’s beautiful,” she told me gratefully.

“A beautiful ring for my beautiful wife-to-be,” I stated proudly.

“Seán, you are so darn sweet,” she said adoringly. I smiled at her modestly.

“Come on, future Mrs Mcloughlin. We should get back to the hotel.” We kissed, before beginning to walk hand-in-hand again. “Hopefully we will have dried off a bit by the time we get there,” I joked.

“Yeah, hopefully,” she laughed in reply. It was a bit of a walk, so there was time for us to dry off a little, but it was still obvious that we had been in the water by the time we reached the hotel. But neither of us cared. We were on cloud nine and nothing could bring us down - and it was about to get even better. We entered the hotel. and went up to our room. We opened the door.

“Surprise!” Everyone chimed at the same time, party poppers firing simultaneously. We were pleasantly taken aback as we saw our close friends all together.

“Did you know about this?” Signe asked me excitedly.

“Does it look like I knew?” I answered playfully in joyful shock.

“We knew she’d say yes,” Mark told me cheerfully.

“We’re happy for you,” Felix added with a smile.

“Aw, thanks, guys!” I responded brightly.

“You’re such a cute couple!” Marzia said excitedly.

“Almost as cute as me and Mark,” Amy joked.

“No-one is as cute as us,” Mark agreed kiddingly.

“You wish,” I laughed, looking at Signe.

“I hope you got champagne,” Signe said to them. Mark opened the mini-fridge and took out a bottle - lo and behold, champagne.

“We brought glasses too,” Felix informed us.

“We figured you wouldn’t have enough for all of us,” Mark added, chuckling. He got out the glasses and began to pour us all a drink each.

“It’s a good job we got a large a room,” I said to Signe.

“Yeah, it is,” she laughed. I realised then that my cheeks were beginning to ache from smiling, but the pain didn’t even bother me. It was the best pain in the world, and it certainly didn’t stop me from smiling. I’d never felt happier in my life. Me and Signe looked at each other and gazed into each other’s eyes. ‘I am the luckiest guy in the world’, I thought as I looked at her. It was like we’d just met yet known each other our whole lives. I loved her as much as I’ve ever loved her, if not more. She was my best friend, and I knew I could never live without her. I’d obviously got completely lost in her eyes as I was a little startled by the sound of someone tapping on their glass.

“I think it’s time for a toast,” Mark stated, smiling. “To the happy couple. One of my best friends, and his lovely future wife. To Seán and Signe.”

“Sean and Signe,” everyone else simultaneously echoed, clinking glasses. Signe and I looked at each other again.

“To us,” I said adoringly.

“To us,” she repeated happily. Our glasses gently tapped against each other and we took a sip, not taking our happy eyes off each other. I couldn’t help but kiss her because I just loved her so much. If I felt this happy then, I couldn’t imagine how elated I would feel when we actually married. I already felt like the joy was going to make my heart explode. And that’s saying something as I’m so naturally happy and positive. I couldn’t wait to tell our subscribers about this. I knew that everyone would be so excited, particularly the Septiishu shippers! Signe and I took a selfie together, holding our glasses - Signe deliberately made sure that her ring was in shot. I posted the picture to my Instagram and wrote, with smiley emojis and hearts, this caption: “To Us”.

#jacksepticeye #septiishu #jack and signe #just another mini fic #hope you like it #fluffy stuff yay!#<3

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Fluorite, Part Two

I made another one. These two chapters are supposed to be read as one episode.

Reblogs are always appreciated, and thanks for reading.

Peridot walked in the front door of Steven's house. “I'm back! I'm sure you all missed me immensely! If someone could help me out with all my luggage, that would be great!”

Nobody responded. Peridot examined her surroundings. The kitchen was tidy and wiped down; Pearl must have spent the past night cleaning it. Steven's bed was made, his clothes were folded nearly in their appropriate drawers, and all of his personals were on a shelf too high for Lion to reach them and break something. The only thing out of place in the whole house was a purple bowtie which had inexplicably found its way to the bathroom. On top of it was a note.

“Hey P-dot. I heard you were moving in with us again, so here's a little housewarming present for ya. -Amy <3”

Peridot smiled at the gift. It was so trivial, but it meant so much to her in that moment. After the past several weeks of angst and fights, it felt good to know someone was looking out for her.

Three days ago, Peridot and Amethyst had first formed Fluorite. After Lapis walked in on it, Peridot simply shut down for a day. It was too much to handle after everything else. The next day, she tried to patch things up with Lapis. She showed up to the barn with a Camp Pining Hearts fanfiction that she had written as a thinly veiled apology to Lapis, but she couldn't even get inside to give it to her. She left it on the ground and left. The day after that, Lapis had found Peridot moping out in the cornfield. Lapis told her to take every meep morp she had ever made and never come back.

Peridot was so preoccupied thinking about everything that went wrong, she didn't hear the warp pad go off outside. She did, however, hear the unearthly screeches that came moments later.

“Amethyst,” Pearl shouted, “I told you not to activate the pad while the monster was still on it!”

“Chillax, P. We've got this. How much damage can one monster do?”

Pearl made a disgruntled noise. “Lots!”

“Garnet, I think the monster is eating my dresser.”

“Perfect. We'll attack it while it's distracted by the meal.”

“But all my clothes!”

More grunts as the gems struggled against their adversary.

Amethyst piped up again, “Garnet, I've got it by the neck! Finish it!”

Peridot heard a slam, a poof, and a glassy object clattering on the floor. She opened the door and asked, “Is it safe to come out now?”

“Peridot! You're here!” Steven ran in with dirt smudged all over his face, covered in tiny scratches. “You missed the coolest fight ever!” He tackled her with a big cheerful hug.

“Yeah,” Amethyst agreed as she walked in, her hair even messier than usual, “we pretty much nailed it.”

Pearl followed the other two in. Her clothes had stray twigs and thorns in it. “I think maybe it would have been more of a success if nobody had let the monster loose in the house.”

Garnet walked in last, obviously untouched and holding a gem in a bubble. “What’s important is that the monster is gone from Rose’s fountain.” She looked around at the assembly. “Why are we all standing in the bathroom?”

While the Crystal Gems all filed out of her room, Peridot examined the green gem in Garnet’s bubble. It was smaller than any gem she’d seen before, about half the normal size. It was cut into the typical facets on one side, but the other side was jagged and rough, as if it has been cracked down the middle. “Garnet, what’s up with that gem?”

“As far as we can tell, it was shattered on one side at some point after it was corrupted. It was lucky enough to fall into the healing fountain after it was first broken, so it stayed together on the other side.”

“Wow. I’ve been here for almost a year now and it still amazes me how easily the Earth’s creatures just adapt. That thing isn't even from this planet, and it still learned how to exist without its other half.”

“Well, aren't you the same? You've grown so much since you first came here. You've learned how to care about others and even how to fuse.” Garnet looked at Peridot excitedly. “When will we be meeting Fluorite, anyway?”

“I think I'll leave that up to her.” Peridot looked off at Amethyst and blushed at the thought of her. “I've learned by now not to rush people into these things.”

“See what I'm saying about growth?” Garnet probably winked, but there was no way to tell under her shades. “I should probably help Steven with his room. That monster really did a number on it.” She turned to leave, then turned back, smiling a little. “And Peridot?”

“What?”

“Welcome back home.”

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After all the splinters of dresser had been cleared out of the kitchen sink, Amethyst leaned over it and began to wash twigs, and also a small bird somehow, out of her hair. She shouted to the other room. “Hey Peridot, did you like the present?”

Peridot came out to meet her. “I loved it. It has the double benefits of being impeccable fashion and of not being the one that reminds me of Lapis.”

Amethyst finished washing and shut off the faucet. “Well you're in luck. I've got something else for ya too.” She stood up on her tiptoes and leaned over, laying a little smooch on Peridot’s forehead. “You should come on a mission with us sometime. I'd love to see how great my girlfriend's metal powers are in action.”

Peridot was speechless. This quality had been largely absent in her for most of her time with the Crystal Gems, but lately it seemed like she was in more and more situations that she couldn't think to comment on. “Uh... G-girlfriend?”

“Yeah, that's us. You are now my adorable girlfriend.”

Peridot smiled. “Well you are my adorable girlfriend. Beat that.”

Amethyst smiled back. “Here, I'll help you unpack.”

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After several hours of unloading modern art with Amethyst, Peridot looked out at her new display. The beach was littered with meepmorps she had made, most out of metal. They looked eerily beautiful against the ocean now that the sun had set. Peridot decided she should make a new one symbolizing her feelings about the move once her lighting was better.

Peridot returned to her room. She put the new bowtie on and sat down in the comfortable chair bolted to the floor. She called a goodnight to Amethyst, wondering if she could even hear her through the temple door.

Minutes passed. Hours passed. Peridot was bored. Most of the time, she spent the night with Lapis just like she spent the day. But, as Pearl had explained, Steven needed to sleep at night, “and your shenanigans will wreak havoc on his delicate REM cycle.” She couldn't even watch humorous videos of Earth “cats” falling off of things.

Peridot wondered how long it would be before she got her own room in the temple. If she could just go in there at night, she could make all the noise she wanted. It would also be a relief to have a home she didn't share with a romantically tense roommate.

...There it was again. Every once in awhile, Peridot would be feeling fine and suddenly be reminded of Lapis and what had happened with her. She felt guilty and wished she could patch things up with her old friend. More important to her than her feelings for either Amethyst or Lapis was her friendship with both. With this on her mind, she shut her eyes and tried this “sleep at night” that Pearl had told her about.

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The next morning, Peridot was “woken up” by Steven knocking on the door. She hadn't exactly fallen asleep the night before, but she had managed to close her eyes and stop thinking so hard. It was just enough that the current intrusion was unwanted.

“Hey, Peridot, guess what today is.”

Peridot sighed. It was too early for this. “It's Tuesday, Steven. I know what day it is.”

“No, I mean what we're doing today! You're gonna come with us on your first mission as an official Crystal Gem!”

Peridot lightened up a little. “Do I finally get my star?”

“Not unless you plan on poofing while we're out there, silly.”

Garnet poked her head in. “Crystal Gems, we're leaving now.”

Peridot followed Steven out and met the rest of the gems waiting on the warp pad to leave.

“So where are we headed today? What kind of monster will we be fighting?”

“Oh, we're doing the most important task there is,” Pearl said just before the pad activated, “Cleaning up behind ourselves.”

They stood a short walk away from what used to be Rose's fountain. From what Peridot had heard, it was supposed to be a beautiful and pristine place, but all she could see was rubble. The monster had really done a number on it.

“The gems are telling me that I can fix it with my healing spit, but all that pressure...” Steven looked at his feet. “I think I lost my healing powers.”

“Don't worry Stee-man. We can do it ourselves no problem. Peridot here can fix anything.”

“Except maybe my relationships,” Peridot muttered to herself.

“What was that?”

“I-I said it sure would be easier if I still had my robonoids. You Crystal Clods, or whatever.”

“Heh, classic Peridot.”

Peridot got to work examining the chunks of broken stone strewn about the scene. In her head she was creating a map of how each one's broken faces fit with each other. Once she finished her inspection, she began to stack the rocks on top of the fountain’s pool and secured each piece with a strip of duct tape. “Once I'm done and the flow comes back on, the healing tears will connect the rocks more permanently. With luck, we'll only be here another hour.”

Before the gems could voice their congratulations, a roar broke through the area. From the brambles came a corrupt gem. It was bright green and had its left arm, leg, and eye, but a line of fissures ran down what used to be the middle of its body. The gem displayed on its chest was like the one back at home they had just captured, but broken on the opposite side.

“I think we just found our other half,” Peridot said, revealing a point the others had already figured out themselves, “What should we do with it?”

The Crystal Gems drew their weapons as an answer.

“Hey, Pear, I think I know a way we can finish it quick.” Amethyst reached out a hand. “It's about time everyone gets to see Fluorite in action.”

Peridot took Amethyst by her proffered hand and pulled her in. She swayed back and forth, the same way she had the first time they fused, and giggled contentedly as light enveloped them.

“I'm back! I hear you guys were just dying to see me!” Fluorite winked two eyes at Garnet and pulled out Amethyst’s whip. “Now what am I supposed to do with this? Hmm...” She snapped the whip forward, and it turned into a long metal chain. “This'll work.”

Fluorite spun around, using her metal powers to add momentum to her attack. The chain connected with the monster and threw it into a wall. The creature blinked the daze from its eye and charged the fusion as well as it could with one leg. Fluorite saw it coming and jumped to the left. She wrapped the chain around her fist and plowed it into the corrupted gem.

“Sorry, Garnet, you're not the only one who can punch things anymore.” Fluorite raised her fist, ready for the final strike. “Man, too bad Lapis doesn't get to see how great Peridot’s doing.” Her fist froze in midair. “Oh. I forgot about that. Peridot, I...” Fluorite’s form began to flicker; she was breaking apart again. Before she could, though, half a set of teeth found their way into her forehead. With a sickening poof, Peridot was gone and Amethyst was alone.

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Steven was the first to snap into action. He summoned his shield over Amethyst and ran up to the monster. He snatched Peridot’s gem out of its mouth and bubbled it for safekeeping. “Don't worry, Peridot, you'll be back in no time.” It was obvious to anyone listening that he was only reassuring himself.

Garnet summoned her gauntlets and beat the monster over the head. It stumbled back and met the unfriendly end of Pearl’s spear. Garnet reached a hand forward and caught the newly poofed gem.

“There, that wasn't so hard. Amethyst, thank you for forming Fluorite. That would have taken much longer without her help. Once Peridot reforms, we’ll make sure to thank her as well.” Garnet looked at the smaller gem as she remained unmoving on the floor. “Are you... okay?”

“Oh god. I felt it.” Amethyst touched her forehead and urgency touched her voice. “Steven, let me look at her gem.”

Steven popped the bubble and stopped breathing. In his hand was Peridot, but on the front was an inch-long scratch. It wasn’t too deep, but he could tell it hurt. “Guys, she’s scratched. What do we do? Is she gonna be okay?”

Pearl stooped down to comfort Steven. “Don’t worry. It may take a bit longer than normal, but she’ll reform just like usual. Once she’s back, we can finish rebuilding the fountain and heal her. Everything will be fine, okay? Everything will be fine.”

Amethyst looked at the remains of her adorable girlfriend and held back tears. “She’d better be.”

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Roll credits, listen to the tears of the audience, profit.

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#there is a regrettable lack of lapis in this chapter #but don't worry #we're gonna see plenty of her soon #there's definitely gonna be a chapter three soon #thanks for reading #steven universe #amedot #su fanfic #fluorite #amethyst #peridot #garnet

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People share their stories of the first time they had sex

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There’s a general consensus that the first time you have sex won’t be that great.

You don’t know what you’re doing, your sex buddy doesn’t either.

Chances of an orgasm are slim. The risk of awkwardness, extremely high.

It feels like the best we can hope for is that we do it with someone we like and it isn’t so awful we’re mentally scarred.

But new research suggests that a rather large portion of Brits don’t feel they were ‘ready’ the first time they had sex. The reasons for this are varied, ranging from not feeling like they had control of the decision to not knowing whether their partner had had sex previously.

To find out more about the reality of having sex for the first time – and to hear people’s regrets – we asked a bunch of Brits to share their tales.

Ron

I was 16 and it happened at Newmarket Racecourse.

Relationship is probably too strong a word but we knew each other. It was a Sunday. August. We just headed there. We weren’t drinking or anything as far as I can remember. We did it on the racecourse. Quickly!

It was forgettable! I was so nervous that I didn’t come. I don’t think she did either.

Ava

I lost my virginity aged 30 and it was with a guy I’d met on Tinder – it was painful, uncomfortable and forgettable.

He also smelled of nothing – like literally no scent at all – and it was all I could focus on the whole time. Never slept with him again and it put me off trying again. Happy to say things improved later down the line and am in a happy and satisfying relationship now.

It was the right time in my head as I was fed up of not being sexually active – I wanted to know if I was missing anything

I don’t regret it – for me it was just to get it out of the way. I wanted it to be with someone I didn’t love – it was all about the act, not the emotions.

I come from a culture where sex before marriage is frowned upon – so I waited and waited, and was like: is this it? It wasn’t worth waiting for.

Jenny

Was at T in the Park when I was 16. I got wasted then went to watch David Guetta… ended up kissing a guy I was sort of friends with.

Ended up going back to my tent, losing my virginity (our wellies were still on because the tent was too small to take them off) and as SOON as he finished, he got up and ran out.

Turned out he had a girlfriend of two years who I knew nothing about.

Didn’t feel any particular sense that I had ‘lost’ anything but it was my first experience for sure of guys being total pricks. Didn’t try to make it romantic like a lot of my friends did, so I like that it was a bit rock n roll considering how square I am now.

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Emma

I had been with my first boyfriend since I was 14 but we didn’t have sex until I was 16.

We’d done everything else so by the time we actually came to it, I just remember being totally underwhelmed, it didn’t last long and I remember lying there thinking – ‘Is that it????? We may as well have done a year ago!’

But now as a grown up I’m glad I waited and didn’t rush anything as it was with someone I loved and really trusted. I would have hated to have felt the way I did and it be with someone I didn’t care about.

We also had no idea what we were doing and unfortunately I probably didn’t actually enjoy sex until about a year later.

Amy

At 17, I was the last one of my friendship group to have sex.

I’d done other bits with a boyfriend, but we broke up before we actually went all the way, so I wanted to just get it over and done with. I ended up having sex for the first time with someone I hated while off my face on mephedrone (remember when that was legal?).

I was definitely ready, but the set-up was not healthy. I did a lot of things that I wouldn’t have been comfortable with if I had been sober.

I don’t really regret it because it hasn’t had a horrible emotionally scarring effect on me (as far as I know). I wanted to have sex, I had sex, then I was able to date without that internal pressure of needing to not be a virgin anymore.

I don’t think sex for the first time needs to be a huge deal. As long as you’re ready and it’s consensual, go right ahead. It doesn’t need to be super romantic or done in the perfect way, it’s just a physical act that you’ll likely go on to do many more times with other people.

James

I was 15. I don’t really remember it, to be honest. It was unmemorable… not in a bad way.

It was in bed, with a girlfriend, tried a bit of sex, that was it. Genuinely have no outstanding memories.

I probably did it too early.

Sophie

So, I was 15 and had been with my high school boyfriend for around six months. Weirdly I’d only had my first kiss the month before with him. Talk about moving fast, but we really wanted to give it a go and our mates had done it and didn’t hate it so what was the big deal, right?

I reckon the majority of my friendship group lost their virginity in the same month I did. What a time to be alive.

We were on holiday with his family, staying at his grandma’s house up the coast (romance isn’t really in the teenage vocabulary) and literally one night, when everyone went to bed, we just thought, why not?

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We had to do the ‘sneak into one another’s guest rooms’ as we were not allowed to share a bed. He already had a condom handy, because he was a 15-year-old boy keen to have sex, and it was really quite a nothing act. No offence to the guy.

It didn’t hurt (we even checked for the telltale blood on the bed… nothing). It wasn’t awkward. It just…happened. And then it was over and we were like, ‘cool’.

I didn’t feel like I’d changed in any way. The only thing that changed was that I was swiftly put on the pill right as I turned 16, despite not dishing all the dirty deets to my mother previously… so perhaps mum was wiser to any differences in how I acted.

Sarah

I had just turned 18 and was desperate to lose it before I went to university. I had been seeing my boyfriend at the time for about three months.

He was 24 – which looking back, is way too old to be dating a 17/18 year old – but he had a car and a job and he would get me in to clubs. I didn’t fancy him, but I didn’t really fancy any boys at that point – that came later – I just felt like I was supposed to have a boyfriend and be going on dates, and he was always really nice to me.

It happened one night in his flat. I feel like I knew it was going to happen that night, but I also remember I was wearing a pair of Snoopy knickers so I can’t have been that prepared.

It really, really hurt. He was rather well endowed. He asked me – ‘am I hurting you?’ and through gritted teeth I said, ‘nope!’. But he was trying really hard to be gentle.

After, he scurried off to the bathroom and asked me if I needed any tissue – which at the time I didn’t understand at all, and I was like… ‘no?’

I remember rolling over and thinking, oh god – why do people do this? But I don’t regret it.

No, it wasn’t romantic. No, I didn’t love the guy. But he was kind, and my aim was to lose my virginity before uni – that’s all I wanted out of it. And I don’t think you’re ever, truly ready for the first time you have sex anyway.

Pete

I lost my virginity at a popular rock music festival in Berkshire after I turned 19.

At the time, it felt like I couldn’t have gone one more day without finally losing my V.

I like to tell people it was ‘intense’, because, yes, my friends, it was in tents.

It was reconciliation sex, as I’d completely fumbled my first attempt to bone only two weeks earlier in the passenger seat of her car.

We agreed to try the act again at the festival, in a close semi-circle of our nearest and dearest friends nearby.

I did not cum, despite my best intentions. You might think that this’d mean that at least she had a jolly good time from my ability to last, but in hindsight it was the most unrhythmic jig wildly spasming above her, and maybe the first time I’d used my hips for anything.

We mutually agreed to call it a day, and we never did it again.

It kickstarted a chain of drunk, one night sex where the person and I would go our separate ways afterwards. I barely remember my second time, and the third time is blackout.

(Picture: Ella Byworth for Metro.co.uk)

Naima

I’d been with my school boyfriend for about a year – we were proper serious in my eyes, the couple of the school.

The first time we were going to have sex, my mum twigged and wrote a letter to my boyfriend telling him to respect me (and not flush the condom down the toilet), which naturally embarrassed both of us to hell and we were too ashamed to go through with it. Ten years later I still don’t think I’ve forgiven her for that.

We finally committed to it on his 16th birthday – we’d had a wonderful day out in London, had gone and seen a play, etc etc. Mum somehow let us stay in the spare room in a double bed so we set some music up, candles, the full cliché.

But in the build up to it, somehow it came up that he’d been smoking for the past month or so – something I’m really against due to, you guessed it, my mum, who did it constantly. That caused a bit of an argument, but because we’d already hyped ourselves up, we had sex anyway.

I don’t regret losing my virginity with him at all, but I wish we’d done it at another time to save tainting it with me being upset. We stayed together for another couple of years but broke up a short while after he went to uni.

Rebecca

I had sex for the first time on a beach in Biarritz with a man who I thought was a Vanderbilt but turned out to be a very distant cousin of the Vanderbilts.

I was 18, there were literal fireworks, but I got sand in my vagina and found the whole experience quite undignified.

I really was quite upset that he wasn’t a proper Vanderbilt.

Adam

I was 17 years old when I lost my virginity in 1993, but I had been lying that I had already lost it since I was 16.

My made-up virginity loss ‘was with a French girl on holiday’. I am pretty sure no-one believed me.

I lost my virginity in the upstairs bedroom of a house party, which smelt of Thunderbirds Blue, teenage excitement and petty theft.

My mate was in the other room and we lost it at the same time. He never saw his girl again but I ended up going out with mine for five years. We met at sixth form, had been heavy petting for a few weeks and then both did it drunk at the party.

I had no idea what I was doing but had seen a porno called Alex D’Renzy’s Easy Way (the VHS label said ‘World Cup 66’ the week before) so I copied some of the moves I had seen from there.

It did not last long, I think I used a condom, and tucked in a plant pot in the bedroom afterwards.

We were doing it on a pile of coats, mine included, it was green corduroy coat, and it was wrecked by teenage fluids. A few weeks later we did it properly, on my girlfriend’s living room carpet, just two of us without the soundtrack of someone shouting ‘I’ve got 3 fingers in’.

I am glad I lost my virginity with a girl I loved, she was a great first love. I remember highfiving my friend walking home and telling my mates the next day, because of my excitement they definitely knew I had been lying about the French girl.

Claire

I was 17. It was his 17th birthday. It was on the top bed of a bunkbed, at his birthday sleepover with a bunch of his friends.

His friends walked in midway, then his little brother spotted the condom wrapper the next morning

It was awkward… very awkward. It didn’t last long.

I don’t think we ever saw each other again.

Liv

I did it with my boyfriend when I was 15 and he was 18. He was super nice but his mates had convinced him there would be loads of blood as I was a virgin so he’d got blackout drunk.

Was fine but extremely sloppy and I felt horrible after so I left alone with a bottle of vodka, went to a party and made out with a gross 24-year-old in a dragon shirt.

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Catherine

I was 13, which is far too young, and it was with a boyfriend who was 19, which is far too old.

I regret having sex that early. I felt ready at the time, but looking back it wasn’t right.

Jess

We met at freshers week at uni – I was a late one by some standards (19), we were seeing each other from September, in December he told me he’d booked a trip to Paris for my birthday. First love and all that, tells you he’s taking you to Paris – we did it right then.

It was pretty damn good and not all that awkward considering it was the first time. That’s how I’m remembering it anyway, 11 years later, maybe I’ve blanked out bad bits.

It was the right time. We were serious about each other at the time, though very young and naive. It led to an awful breakup but I don’t regret it.

Tom

I was 19. I liked to imagine my first time would be a grand occasion with a marching band, confetti and singing Disney birds to wake me up into sexual maturity. Turns out, life doesn’t always go your way – I was given a single-bed fumble with my neighbour in university halls.

To be honest, there was an element of build-up to it. We had been on a couple of dates before, which perhaps ramped up my awkwardness surrounding it all. I remember it putting on a whole lot of pressure around it, which, looking back, is the worst thing you can possibly do ever.

We went onto have a three-year relationship, so it couldn’t have been too awful. But any attempts to make it ‘sexy’ are dashed when you’re clambering over one another and simply trying not to fall out a tiny bed.

I think I even left my socks on because it was so cold. Diabolical.

Looking back though, I don’t regret it. I’m of the mind of simply getting it out the way so you can move onwards and upwards as fast as possible. Everyone’s first time is an awkward mess, so just try to enjoy/forget about it.

Grace

The week before my birthday (so I was 18) I met this gorgeous breakdancer at the Student Union and he invited me to see him dance one evening.

I was pretty drunk and I couldn’t believe my luck when he came back with me to my crappy halls. Fairy lights on, the deed was done and I remember thinking maybe I should tell him it was my first time but it really didn’t seem like a big deal.

He had a pretty big dick but it wasn’t painful as such. I remember thinking why do people make such a big deal out of having or not having sex – it’s not world changing either way, but I really, really, really liked this guy so I was so chuffed with myself and also in awe of this dude.

Anyway, we’re finished and I was like, gosh, I’m so glad that happened, I’ve never done that before.

He was crushed. He was like: I can’t believe you didn’t tell me, I wish you had told me, I would have made it more special. I had no idea.

Part of me thought: look at me, I’m a natural. Part of me thought maybe I did a bad thing by not saying – maybe it was a big thing for him.

He’s literally one of the hottest and nicest people I’ve ever met.

The next time we had sex he covered himself in honey and I woke up stuck to him.

Names have been changed and stories have been edited for length and clarity.

When is the right time to have sex?

The law says it’s legal for you to consent to sex from the age of 16.

Beyond that, the choice of when to have sex is up to you.

The NHS recommends asking yourself some questions:

Does it feel right?

Do I love my partner?

Does he/she love me just as much?

Have we talked about using condoms to prevent STIs and HIV, and was the talk OK?

Have we got contraception organised to protect against pregnancy?

Do I feel able to say “no” at any point if I change my mind, and will we both be OK with that?

If you answer ‘yes’ to all of these, sex is on the table.

However, if you answer ‘yes’ to any of the following questions, now may not be the right time:

Do I feel under pressure from anyone, such as my partner or friends?

Could I have any regrets afterwards?

Am I thinking about having sex just to impress my friends or keep up with them?

Am I thinking about having sex just to keep my partner?

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